Emily Wilde’s Map of the Otherlands (Emily Wilde, #2)

by Heather Fawcett

our accommodation has only three bedrooms,”

Let's fuCKING GOOOOO

four bedrooms. Not three.

Disappointing.

she had fresh buns with an extensive array of jams, sausages, more cheese, and potatoes fried with onions and bacon and topped with egg.

Fucking yum

his hand down the side of my neck. “Let

FADE TO BLACK UUHHHGGGGGG

he did not know what to expect, an embrace or a blow.

MY HEARTTT

He stopped every few paces and looked over his shoulder, clearly hoping that I would change my mind and call him back. It was such a depressing sight that I had to turn away.

I will legit kill myself if anything happens to him.